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  1. Last Tuesday night I went to the gym two hours before closing. I got changed and went to the floor for some cardio. I looked around and the place was dead. I was alone except for a girl behind the counter, a couple women on the treadmills, and one guy lifting free weights. After about 45 minutes, I went into the locker room grabbed a towel and my soap and went to the shower room. The main shower is a big room with about 12 shower heads but I prefer the cubicles in the next room. I went to the far end, hung my towel, and started the water. Soon I was soaping up and enjoying the hot water. I was almost finished when the guy that was lifting the free weights walked in and he said hello as he hung up his towel and took the cubicle across from mine. Like me he was well toned—except he was ten times more muscular than me and tan all over with a very tight ass. It was clear to me that he shaved everywhere—even his nuts were shaved. His pubes were trimmed for a tiny bikini even though there was no tan line. He was hung—I mean large swinging uncut cock and low hanging balls. He had to be at least 6” long soft. I started getting horny checking him out so I turned sideways. I snuck a few looks as he stretched his neck and shoulders. I got semi-hard without even realizing he could see my cock. He smiled nodded at me. “Seems like you’ve got a problem,” he said and pointed between my legs. I looked down. “Sorry about that, it has a mind of its own,” I said. “Especially after you started checking me out,” he said boldly as he turned off the water. I thought he was one of those guys that can shower in two minutes and I thought he was leaving but he joined me in my shower. He grabbed his soft cock in his soapy hand and began stroking it. I now had a huge hard-on. “Want a taste?” he grinned. “No, not here,” I said. Seconds later I was on my knees and he pushed his now semi hard cock in my face. I reached up and lifted his growing cock in order to lick his nuts. I gently sucked each nut in my mouth rolling them with my tongue. He grabbed the back of my head and ran his shaft across my face. I opened my lips and he plunged his hard cock into my mouth. I gagged. I wrapped my hand around the root of his thick shaft to limit the depth of his thrusting. My hand stroked as my tongue explored his big mushroom head and savored the taste of his pre-cum. My right hand was pumping my shaft. “You’re a good cock sucker,” he grunted. I moaned. “I knew by the way you were checking me out in the gym you wanted this.” I moaned again even though he was too far away to really check out while we were in the gym. I reached up and started pinching one of his nipples. I felt him tense up and his nuts lifted. He started moaning before a very thick squirt of seed shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away but away but his hands held my head in place. The second volley was stronger than the first and it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed. He shot a good 10 to 12 times in my mouth. I kept licking and sucking and swallowing until he started going limp. He pulled me to my feet and jerked my cock. My cum started shooting on his abs and chest. He inhaled and gasped. He pulled my face to his pecs. “Lick it off,” he demanded. I didn’t find much cum but I sure did enjoy his hard body. “Now wash me,” he demanded in a whisper. I don’t know which was more sensual, washing him or being washed by him. We both got hard again. “I work out three times a week. I get here late and workout until just before closing,” he said. “Be here and we’ll do this again,” he offered. Two days later I was there waiting for him in the free weight area when he walked in. “Ready?” he said as he began to stretch. He started training me and then he started his routine. By the time he finished with me, I was dragging. He was really pumped. We showered in the big shower room because the cubicles were being bleached and as we were getting dressed he handed me a protein shake. I kept waiting for him to make a move on me but he didn’t. The front doors were unlocked for us and as we walked to the cars he asked if I wanted to get a cup of coffee. “I’ll follow you,” I offered. I had to smile when he led me to his house. “I was expecting Waffle House not your house,” I teased. “Waffle House frowns on customers that strip each other naked and fuck on their tables.” “Fuck on the table?” “You know there are no beds in Waffle House, we’d have to use a table,” he grinned as he lifted off his shirt. My cock was instantly hard and I gladly submitted to my Alpha trainer. We didn’t have that cup of coffee until the next morning at breakfast.
  2. I’m a good looking man, married, mid-thirties without any traces of a paunch and I still had a nicely defined chest and shoulders from my days in the military. My eyes are blue. My hair is dirty blond and close-cropped on the sides like the Marine that I am. Once a Marine, always a Marine Hooah! I was standing in this room, naked and waiting. I didn’t mind being naked except that the room was on the cool side and my nipples were getting hard. I recalled the summer nights in the barracks where everyone was naked and sleeping on top of the sheets. There were six of us with uncut cocks but I had the most impressive cock and balls even among those that had been clipped. The room I was now in was empty except a massive four-poster bed, the steps to get into the bed, and two bedside tables attached to the wall next to the bed. The bed-posts supporting the huge canopy were two feet in diameter and heavily carved. The mattress was almost chest high, too high get into without using the steps but big enough for an orgy. Is there such a thing as a double king mattress? The mattress was covered with a thick goose down feather bed, an abundance of pillows, and silky white sheets. The contrast between the almost black wood of the carved pillars, the white bed curtains, and silky bed coverings was striking. I swirled the Bourbon still remaining in the glass as I scanned the room for another entrance. These old castles sometimes had hidden passages in the wood paneled walls or behind bookcases; however the walls of this interior room seemed to be solid. There weren’t any windows. As far as I could tell there was only one way in or out and that was through the four inch thick carved door. The only other door led to the bathroom where I left my clothes. I drained the glass and poured another from the decanter that was on one of the bedside tables. Like everything here the Bourbon was excellent. My guess is that it had been aged 25 years. I made a mental note to ask the brand. Cost was no object for something that good. My instructions were to go into the bedroom, get naked, and wait. I was here to scratch an itch but my patience was running thin. I arrived at the ancient castle precisely at 7pm and was escorted to the banquet hall. I was seated at the head of the table and served a gourmet meal by two model handsome footmen who would have made excellent Marines. They were disciplined and attentive but tightlipped. I could picture them in uniform on Marine posters. For a time I wondered if they might be my playmates for tonight. I sat on the steps used for getting into the high bed staring into the honey colored Bourbon. I had taken too much. I was getting light headed. I smiled as I sipped more. I set the glass on the tray and began to make my way to the door but half way there the door to the hallway opened. He had obviously just taken a shower and he stood there drying his cock and balls. He continued fluffing his cock and balls with one hand as he checked me out. He had a delicious looking ass and an impressive cock. “What do I call you?” I said to break the ice. “My name is J… You may call me Master,” he said. He fondled the flesh jutting from his shaved pubis and he let the meat slap against his thick powerful thighs. He appeared to be well over six feet tall. “Master Sir.” I ventured. “Why are you here, Boy?” “Do you have to call me that?” The question was polite. But still there was fire in his eyes. “Yes! For now,” he qualified. “On your knees, Boy!” he snarled like a drill sergeant. “Yes, Sir,” I said as I went down with my hands behind my back, chin up and chest high. “Why are you here?” he asked knowing that sometimes it was difficult for a real man to admit that you wanted your ass fucked. I cleared my throat trying to say the right words. He knew why I was here! I hate these authority games but I knew he was establishing the ground rules just as any General would. “Would you like to suck my cock?” That might be a good start, I thought. He watched my cock begin to grow hard. Kneeling in front of him I straightened my spine even more but I didn't make eye contact. He tossed the towel to the steps where I had been sitting and then walked around me as if he was inspecting my body. He knew my training was kicking in and I was anticipating an attack. Again he moved in front of me and this time he was standing close enough for me to smell the soap as well as the man musk that never washes away. He slipped his hand down, placed it firmly under my chin, and cupped the back of my head with the other. “Look at me,” he barked. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” I tried to nod, but he held my head still. “Speak.” “Yes, Sir,” I answered forcefully like a recruit. Hooha! “Master!” “Yes Master Sir,” I shouted firmly. “Has it been some time? Is that why you're here?” “Yes, Master.” I swallowed hard and answered softly and submissively. “That and…” “I can’t hear you Boy!” “Yes Sir Master Sir,” I barked. The vibes this Alpha radiated was one of strength, hardness, maybe even a touch of cruelty but I needed that discipline of a superior officer. I found it sorely missing once I returned to civilian life. All he demanded was respect. Was there that much difference between the words Master and Major or Master and General? He seemed to know I had a sexual appetite that couldn't be satisfied through ordinary, monogamous relationships. Why else would I have arranged this rendezvous? I needed the structure again. I needed to be commanded and cared for. I needed to give as much as the authorities needed to take. He released my head and slapped each cheek with his cock before he rested the piss slit leaking pre-cum on my lower lip. I put my tongue out to taste him and met his eyes. He nodded and I understood the unspoken order. I opened and let him slide his cock onto my tongue. He kept his gaze locked on my eyes as he slid back and forth in a thrusting movement. I saw the hungry look in his eyes for a brief moment and then the hard ass Alpha returned. He didn’t react when he felt my hands on his thighs as I cautiously began to worship his massive physique. As his cock hardened he pushed in deeper and deeper until I took it, all of it. My eyes blurred with tears and I gasped for breath as I gagged. “Touch me,” he demanded. My hands slid up his thighs, over his abs, and up to his massive chest. As he fucked my mouth he warned me not to cum. Then suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Do you want to taste my balls before I fuck you, Boy?” “Master,” I begged. He sat on the bed and I took up a position between his massive thighs. I was back on my knees, this time kneeling on the steps as he draped one leg over my shoulder. My tongue lapped his shaved balls as he leaned back on his elbows. I ventured lower and he lifted his other leg to the mattress to give me access to his ass crack. As I buried my nose deeper and deeper I was making grunting noises of appreciation and pleasure. When he was satisfied (or maybe he couldn't take it any longer) he pushed me away. “On the bed Boy! On your back! I'm going to spread your hole like a whore!” His tone was severe. “Yes, Master,” I said submissively. His cock was raging hard and his balls swollen with cum. He smiled a predatory smile while lubing his cock and my ass. His chest rose and fell as he finger fucked my ass to get more lube in me. He watched my face while he lubed his cock from the tip down the base until his low hanging scrotum was dripping with lube. Once again he circled my asshole this time using his hard 10 inch cock. “Legs up,” he ordered. “Have you been fucked in the ass?” “Not in a long time, Master,” I gasped as he played and teased until with a sudden thrust he breeched my ass hole. Only the head was in me and he groaned in pleasure as my muscles spasmed around his cock. “Please Master. I want more,” I begged as my ass muscles relaxed. He began to thrust going deeper into me each time before he began to fuck me in earnest. Our bodies were slick with sweat and as he dominated me. I clawed at his back and ass. Each time I was ready to cum he would back off to edge me. Then his cock stroked my prostate to the edge me again and again and soon I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cum. “I want to cum, Master, please,” I panted. “No!” he growled. “I’m not finished with you yet Boy,” he said while slamming his pubes against my ass. I submitted and I think he could feel it. “Good, Boy,” he said looking down at me. He pulled his cock out and pressed his cock against mine. He was gentle moving slowly in frottage and I could feel my cock harden even more. Once again he lifted my legs to his shoulders and slowly inserted his cock inch by inch to fuck my brains out. I began to worship his physique again only stopping to pinch and stretch his nipples until he cried out with pleasure. He grunted with each thrust, and his face contorted as he drove his cock in deep with the rhythmic movements. As he fucked me, my fantasies, always unfulfilled, crept in. I imagined sucking on a cock as another long hard cock was entering me from behind. I craved the feeling of being double penetrated… no triple penetrated… He paused, leaned down, and took my cock in his mouth and sucked on me hard which was out of character for him. I wanted to cum but I didn’t have permission. I was trembling and holding back but pleasure was shooting through every nerve ending in my body. “Please Sir!” I pleaded for release. He had pushed me beyond my limits and I was losing control. He began fucking my ass again and he had me bent in half with my knees at my shoulders. His chest touched mine and his mouth was at my ear. He shoved in deep and croaked out one word. “Cum!” When he finally gave me permission my cock exploded in violent jets, one, then another, and another until my balls hurt. His full weight crushed into me as he caught his breath. My hands stroked his awesome body. Slowly he lifted and he brought his lips to mine. Kisses were tentative at first and then his hunger began to manifest. “Major,” he said. “Mission accomplished?” he asked. “Yes Jason. Mission accomplished with valor, fearlessness, and gallantry!” I whispered as I stroked his body. “Jason you are even more buff and muscular than before,” I pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. His cock slipped out and we rolled to our sides. “Jason, I thought you were going to join me for dinner. Who were those servers at supper?” “I thought it better to keep you in the dark. Keep you off balance. When I walked in I could see you were pissed off at the delay so I came on like a hard ass. Major… I have to admit I enjoyed that.” “I did too Jason but who were the servers?” “Jim and Mike are here to help me satisfy you insatiable ass the rest of the weekend. So are the two cooks that prepared the meal. You think I’m big? Wait until Craig joins us. He’s the chef.” “Big where,” I asked. “He has a physique like mine with a foot long upward curved cock though not as thick as mine.” “Should we shower while we recharge?” I asked. We rolled out of the bed and entered the huge bathroom. “How about a medieval fantasy since we are in this castle,” Jason asked as we stepped into the warm running water. “Would you like to be the king or the serf? Craig and I could be Quasimodo twins. Jim and Mike could be knights that love to spend the night with the king…” “Maybe next time Jason. Why don’t we just relax and fuck?” “Major you are so dull,” he laughed. “Alright then, an orgy in that big beautiful bed. Did you know that bed came from the set of a movie that was made in the silent film era?” I let Jason talk on and on about the history of the bed as I washed myself. Then as I walked up behind him and planted my cock in his ass crack all he could do was groan. I scrubbed his back and the silence was almost deafening… that is until the other four guys joined us in the shower. Jason apparently told the other four what he was going to do to me and as far as they knew Jason was still ‘Master’ and I was there to be used. My cock shot up rock hard once I was shoved to my knees in the shower room. My heart was beating out of my chest at the thought of the night ahead servicing all five muscular Alphas.
  3. I was out of town for corporate meetings that included the annual corporate golf tournament. What could have been accomplished in a long weekend was spread over a week but the daily meetings were followed by rounds of golf. The following week after the senior staff meetings, there were workshops and seminars for middle management, supervisors, sales, and production. So that the company could continue to function seminars specific to let’s say HR were held with half attending the morning session and the other half in the afternoon. The senior staff was expected to be there both weeks. I opted to be there the weekend before as well. My goal was to be as well rested as possible before the meetings started. For me it was like a mini vacation. I normally maintain a rigid schedule. I’m not obsessive/ compulsive but if I don’t keep a schedule I tend to procrastinate and things don’t get done or I fall behind. For instance I leave the house at the same time every day. If I leave ten minutes later it takes thirty minutes longer to get to work because of traffic. If I don’t go to lunch at noon I may not eat lunch at all. If I don’t eat lunch my temper seems to flare late in the afternoon. I normally go to the gym at least three times a week but being out of town I spent most of Saturday afternoon at the gym taking advantage of the weight room and the racket ball court. After supper while relaxing my body began to tell me that I wasn’t thirty any longer so I called for an in room massage. The hotel recommended an offsite service which was a bit more expensive because they had people available until 8pm whereas the hotel spa only had people available until 4pm on Saturday. I was surprised they sent guy instead a woman like I expected. He explained that some people were looking for a “happy ending” from the female therapists sent to hotels. I got the picture. The company did not want to be known as an escort service and had some strict policies. I was glad they sent a guy because sometimes I felt like the females at my spa were too gentle even if I asked for a deep tissue massage. Steve looked like had the strength to give me what I wanted and needed. He asked me to take the hottest shower I could stand and stay in there for at least five to ten minutes while he set up. I knew he was a big guy when I opened the door but when I came out of the shower he had taken off his raincoat and set up the table. His back was to me and even through his shirt I could see he how ripped and muscular his back really was. I quickly got on the table as tried to drape the towel over my ass but it fell on the floor leaving me naked. Steve was kicking off his shoes and lowering his jogging pants so that he only had on white gym shorts and a tee shirt. He peeled off his shirt and there was no doubt in my mind that he was a bodybuilder. I put my face in the doughnut hole and he began the massage without putting a towel across my ass. He was doing Swedish massage touch-y feel-y stuff and I reminded him I needed a deep tissue massage. “This is not the massage,” he said sounding irritated. “This is the examination I do so I know where to focus. Like here,” he said as he pressed his thumb into a spot. I lifted off the table and he pushed down on my back so I wouldn’t get up. “Stay where you are. I promise not to do that again. So you were lifting and perhaps doing some other activity?” “Racketball. They converted the racket ball court in my gym back home to an aerobics studio because there were only a few of us that used it in the evening. I don’t really like outdoor courts,” I explained. He started to work my back and I let out an involuntary groan of delight. “Let me know if this is too much.” “That’s perfect!” I mumbled. He was a great therapist. After about 15 minutes he stood in front of the table and his crotch pushed against the side of my head. I was tempted to turn my head and look at it but I just used my imagination. It felt like a nice size cock but I couldn’t be sure he realized it was touching my head. Later he stood at my hip and reached across my body to work my right delts and traps and he brushed his bulge against my hand. I turned my hand so his cock rested in my palm. I closed my fingers a little and he got harder. He continued his massage but would come back to that position near my hip, right or left it didn’t matter, and press his cock into my palm. I assumed he wanted me to feel his growing cock. He was working on my lower back and hamstrings when he put more oil on my legs and then dribbled it over my ass and up to my lower back. He spread the oil and stopped. “Any pain here?” he asked as his hand slid across my butt and over my hip. “Playing ball and running can cause soreness. Do you have any hang-ups about being touched there?” “No,” I muttered into the doughnut. “Do it!” I never had my butt massaged so I didn’t know what to expect. He worked one side and then the other left to right and right to left before he went from my hamstrings and across my ass to my lower back. I thought he was almost done with my back when he added oil to my tailbone and then spread my butt cheeks apart. He rubbed his hands in my crack where the muscle connected and whether it was by accident or on purpose his thumb slipped into the rim of my asshole and he held it there for a moment before he started stretching my hole. When I didn’t say anything he continued to massage my ass cheeks and then added the other thumb. He removed his hands, added more oil, and repeated the left to right, bottom to top, and ass crack spreading but this time a single finger entered my ass and began massaging my prostate. The only other person to have done that was my physician but his examination lasted just a few seconds. This intrusion was making the pleasure build but why was I letting this stranger stick his fingers in my ass. Yes fingers because there were now two and he was strumming my love nut. This process was repeated and continued for several minutes until I could feel my cum rise and get ready to shoot. When his hands left my body I was gasping for air. My urge to cum had subsided and I was ready to flip over and finish myself off when he walked to the front of the table and rubbed his naked cock against the sides of my head. He pulled me forward and I was facing his hard shaft. I opened my mouth to protest and the tip brushed against my lips and just part of his cock head entered my mouth. I recoiled and rebounded before I took more of his cock into my mouth. He leaned forward running the heels of his hands down my spine while inserting about half of his uncut cock into my mouth. Touching my throat made me gag. He stuck two fingers in my ass and began pumping into me from both ends. I’ve never even touched another guy’s cock much less had one in my mouth. Sure I had sex with a couple of women that were willing to suck on my cock but I never even considered touched a guy sexually. I began to lick and suck, and he began to moan. “Fuck,” he whispered as he began to thrust. I pulled my knees under me and he pulled his cock free. “Yeah fuck,” I said as I caught my breath and stroked his cock with my oily hand a few times. In an instant he was behind me stroking his big cock against my stretched relaxed ass. The instant his prick entered my ass, an involuntarily moan escaped my lips. I tried not to be loud but I had little control over my voice. He was cautiously thrusting and penetrating me slowly. When I fuck I need to get in as deep as possible as fast as possible so I didn’t know if I was doing something wrong or if this was normal. “We have to move to the bed,” he said in my ear. He slowly retracted and then he finger fucked me again before he dismounted the massage table. He reached in his bag and grabbed out a waterproof mattress pad big enough to cover the entire king size bed. With that I was on the bed, on my back. I was running my hands over his huge muscles and he was sucking at my nipples and thrusting his oiled cock against mine. He lifted my legs and before I knew it he entered me for the second time. Again I let out a long involuntary moan. I couldn’t believe that I was willing letting a guy fuck me let alone that I had already sucked his cock. “I’ve never done it before,” I told him as he plowed my ass. He was so focused on getting every inch of his cock in me I didn’t know if he heard me. At the same time I was surprised that one man could give another man that much pleasure. I didn’t know and I think that made the experience even hotter. Then he really started to fuck me and it was overwhelming. I began making noises I didn’t even know existed and I was grabbing his ass to help him drive his cock in as deep as he could. The sensations were mind blowing and at the same time I felt so vulnerable. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful man wanted to fuck me. This fuck was incredibly hot and primal and aggressive. This was wrong but it was right I never wanted to be in bed with anybody this badly before! I wanted him to fuck me hard but where was all of this coming from? Yeah I thought some guys were sexier than others but I didn’t even consider having sex with them. I was thinking of all the women that would throw themselves at him. Now I just wanted to get fucked repeatedly by him. I was writhing and shaking from everything that was happening to me. I felt so dirty and animalistic and kinky but I also felt like this is what I was meant to do… I was predestined to be fucked by someone like this muscular stud. I just know that it’s crazy to get fucked in the ass. It hurts, it feels good, it feels wrong, and it feels right. It’s a dick going deep into your ass. It’s a connection. It is pure raw sex. Then he stopped and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It’s what a man does when he cums inside a woman. I expected him to pull out but he started thrusting his cock into me again. I kept gripping his cock with my ass muscles and he really responded to it by picking up the pace even more. “Do you want me to shoot inside me or outside,” he said as he paused and hovered over me. “On me,” I said because I thought it was what he wanted to hear. “Do you want cum in your ass? Some guys make me pull out and shoot on their ass or on his face.” “I thought you had already cum in me but then you kept fucking.” “I did so you are already full of my seed but I’m ready to cum again.” He still had enough cum in his balls to shoot all over my face, chest, and belly. He looked down at me and I pulled him against me until we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around him and he rolled to his side taking me with him. I touched his chest smearing the cum he picked up from my body into his skin. “Fuck,” he said catching his breath. He looked into my eyes. “You know this wasn’t supposed to happen… but I’m glad it did,” he admitted. I looked down and for once I had no idea what to say. I thought about what my colleagues might think if they knew this happened. I looked up. “This is just between you and me. What happened in this room stays in this room,” I said with authority. “Are you throwing me out?” he asked. There was hurt and anger hidden down deep. “No!” I said harshly. “I just don’t know what comes next. Do you threaten to expose me, do you stay and we talk? Do you pack up and leave?” He rolled to his back and then ran his fingers through his hair. “I’d like to come back,” he said quickly looking my way to see my reaction. “For more of this,” he said running his hand down my body to my cock. “I’d like that too,” I said maintain eye contact. “You still owe me half of a massage,” I grinned. He burst out laughing. “You wouldn’t consider all that friction from our bodies rubbing together…” “Hell no,” I smiled. “Holy shit! Would you lose your job if this got out? From what you told me there are strict company guidelines and policies about sexual contact.” “You seduced me,” he said with an impish grin. “At least you started it by grabbing my cock first. You didn’t object when I took it a step further and then the aggressive attack on your butt… you were lifting your hips into it. You even moved into the doggie position. You don’t think that was begging?” “Hold on, you put your thing against my head and in the palm of my hand… both hands. You were naked and hard and you put your… your cock in my mouth while you fingered my butt. You put it in me…” “You willingly got on the bed,” he smiled. “I did… but I had no idea…” I said and he looked skeptical. “That I would enjoy it as much as I did.” “Have you ever had a shower with another man?” He didn’t let me answer. “A sensual, hands on, long hot shower with another guy where you wash each other and rub against each other and you don’t have to hide an erection?” “No but I think I would like to,” I grinned. I was in a suite with a combination steam sauna/ shower with a bench at the back of the tub. I started the shower and when he came in he turned off the lights. The first thing he did after he got wet was kiss me. That was another first. It took me s second to respond but I think he expected that. We washed each other and started the steam. We cooled off under the shower and I knew our time was coming to an end. He left his towel in the bathroom and went to raid the bar and grab some cold pizza from the mini fridge. “Hope you don’t mind, I love cold pizza.” He said and then beckoned me to him with one finger. He smiled and removed the towel around my waist. “For a guy who is not that much older than me you sometimes act like an old guy.” “I had a female cousin that used to say the same thing,” I told him. Maybe that is why I was able to rise to top management so quickly, I thought. “With the right trainer you could look like me,” he said flexing his arm. “A good trainer and about a hundred years,” I said as I grabbed a beer. “I would like to come back,” he said getting rather serious. “You better because you owe me a half a massage,” I said before looking at him. “But I’d like you to come back even if I didn’t get another massage.” I paused. “We could talk and play cards or watch a football game together…” I said to tease. “Or seduce each other and spend some quality time in bed,” I added as I rubbed against him. “You confuse the hell out of me. One minute you are this old guy and the next you are this sexy stud tempting me to do things, bad naughty things,” he said as he put his arm around me. “I would love to stay but I can’t. The hotel management knows I’m here and they need to see me leave.” “Two hours later? All freshly showered with your hair wet?” I asked. “Use the blow dryer in the bathroom.” “There is such a thing as a two hour massage,” he said from the bathroom. “Do a change order and I’ll pay for the extra time if it would help,” I said watching him from the doorway. Damn I loved watching his muscles ripple as he dried his hair. The dryer went off and I stepped behind him. “Come back?” I said as our eyes met in the mirror. “Call my cell to make sure I’m in the room. Use this card key to park in the underground garage and act like a hotel guest. You’ll be my hotel guest.” The rest of that trip he was there every night for at least a few hours. I extended my stay to include the third weekend but Sunday night he didn’t show up. I was resigned that it was over but just after midnight a body slipped into bed with me to spoon behind me. We didn’t have sex but he stayed all night holding me in his arms. It was probably the right thing to do. I was in no rush to leave on Monday morning. There was a conference call to evaluate the corporate meetings and everyone assumed I was attending the meeting from home. I was a bit subdued and I think it was noticed. After the conference call I called my boss to tell him I was still in town because I was under the weather last weekend so I decided to get rest and not travel. I made it sound like I over imbibed at the Friday get together. I even offered to use a PTO day as a travel day. “No,” he said rather emphatically. “Since you are still in town I would like you to attend a meeting here in the office at 3pm this afternoon.” He said he had to go and told me to be there early. I assumed my time with the company was coming to an end. One of the things we discussed in our corporate meetings was employee attrition, severance pay, and early retirement as cost cutting vehicles. I feared that meant the people in my position would be cut first after the smaller severance pay schedule went into effect. Maybe somebody knew about my visitor. I spent a couple hours refreshing my resume. I ate lunch, showered, and put on a better suit. At least I would go out looking good. One of the first orders of business was the announcement that my boss was retiring (under the older more generous retirement plans) and that I was being offered his job. I was both elated and shocked that I had climbed one more rung in the corporate ladder. They wanted me to stay an additional two weeks and they insisted I take better rooms befitting my new status. The first thing I did when I moved to the new suite was call the massage service and request Steve (only Steve and no substitutions) for a two hour massage. I didn’t give my name just the new location and room number. I could hardly wait to see the look on his face when I opened the door. Epilog: Under my leadership as well as the recent changes to the extreme government regulations imposed on our business, the cost cutting measures never went into effect. Bonuses were paid to all employees and wages were increased to retain our workers since they were in high demand. At a company picnic I even overheard two supervisors telling how people were turning down job offers because they were being treated like family by our company. I smiled knowing they were right. The new onsite employee gym, the flex hours, the leeway we give to them for kid emergencies (picking up sick kids at school while still on the clock), daycare for young kids, sick kids care in the building with skilled nursing, and free summer camp (all summer long) for employee’s kids where they could eat lunch with their kids during camp were just some of the benefits I instituted. Steve and I are together now and he is no longer a massage therapist except for one client. He is a highly sought after certified personal trainer NASM (National Academy of Sports Medicine) working one on one with his clients. I am proud to say I am one of his top clients and he has slowly made me a believer that I could have a physique to rival his. He tells me it is for selfish reasons. He says that athletes make better lovers and I can vouch for that first hand.
  4. DAC


    I stood to the side waiting for him to finish a set of seated curls. “Excuse me Sir,” I said. Without looking at me he pointed and I dutifully moved in front of the bench. “Scott Jackson sent me Sir.” I explained. His body language and the almost imperceptible ‘no’ movement of his head indicated that I was doomed. Even if he would not train me I had up close mental images that would fuel my fantasies for years to come. He looked me over and then he placed his hands on the bench and lifted his ass to lean towards me. Seeing inside his shirt, his delts bunching, and his arms flexing made my insides tremble. He was only inches away when he inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes and the expression on his face was that of orgasmic delight. It was as if he was a connoisseur of fine wines tasting me. I stood there waiting when something overwhelming hit me like a hot wind. I felt myself grow suddenly very warm, even though the AC vent was blowing chilled air across my body. A rush of sexual bliss erupted in my loins and my cock was instantly hard and shoving insistently against my underwear and jeans. Then I saw the bulge in his pants and it was almost absurdly large. His manhood was becoming engorged. I could hardly believe that such an accumulation of muscular perfection was actually turned on by me. I took the opportunity to admire the amazing collection of brawn he had no doubt worked years on perfecting. My prick was in pain. It was hard as a rock but confined in my pants at an uncomfortable angle. It was pushing awkwardly against my briefs and making my shaft embarrassingly obvious. The room felt hot and I momentarily forgot protocol to shift my cock to a more manageable angle. The movement brought his eyes level with my crotch and he huffed out a silent laugh. He stood and pulled his shirt off. He was a head taller so I was eye level with his massive pecs. Another hot blast hit me and the feeling of ultimate sexual bliss washed over me like an ocean wave. My body felt suddenly hot and cold at the same time–like a shiver that runs up your back coming in from the cold. I looked up the muscled contours of his enormous muscular form. I shuddered and a gush of pre-cum spewed from my cock. The man was huge, powerful and stern, yet he was outstandingly beautiful. The scent of him surrounded me like a fog of sexuality. It was his scent—his musk that was doing this to me. “Yes,” he said. “Tell Scott that I will train you and that he should bring you tonight.” His hands clamped onto my shoulders and my body shuddered in orgasmic release. Hot cum spewed in my briefs. “You will… be huge. Is that what you want?” He almost whispered. All I could do was nod.
  5. I arrived at the small gay friendly motel and had to wait in line to check in. I didn’t mind because the lobby was bursting with eye candy. As I approached the counter I realized that everyone was checking out so when it was my turn I asked what was going on. “We had a wedding here last night and the friends of the two grooms filled the hotel. Once they are gone there will be just you and another guest until late tonight. Another group in coming in and there was one early bird.” I got to my room and opened the drapes. Right outside my window a muscleman was sleeping on a chair by the pool. The towel that had been covering his cock had slipped off and was sitting on the ground next to the chaise lounge. I stripped and pulled out my bikini. The halls were deserted except for the cleaning people. I stopped at the desk. “What sort of group is coming?” I asked at the desk. He snickered and I caught the double meaning of what I said. “GFBW,” he said. “Don’t ask me what that means,” he added. “Gay Federation of Bodybuilders and Wannabes,” a deep voice said behind me. I rolled my eyes but the clerk’s eyes bugged out. I turned and saw two huge musclemen behind me. “Has Dan Porter checked in?” the guy behind me asked. “He is our wannabe.” “Can I be a wannabe?” I asked. I felt a hand brush across my ass. It was the guy that had been sleeping by the pool. “Roger, Mike, we are in room 116,” he said as he hugged them. “Right next to his room,” he added as he nodded at me. I was just in town for an interview but I immediately asked the clerk to extend my stay for the duration of their meeting. “Sorry, all I can give you is tonight, we are booked solid for the week,” the desk jockey said without looking up from the computer screen. “If you can’t extend you can stay with us,” Roger offered. The other two smiled. “Deal,” I said as I adjusted my hard cock.
  6. DAC


    THE MENTOR The moment I walked out of the mansion my presence washed over the pool party like a wave. There was a smattering of applause but then most of the guys had a cocktail or a beer in their hand. A few congratulations were heard over the music as most guys turned to look at me. I am the richly tanned swarthy contest winning alpha bodybuilder whose junk was so large that the waistband of my tiny bikini had pulled away from my lower abdominals allowing everyone to see the small patch of black pubic hair and the base of my semi-hard cock. My custom posers would have hidden everything like they did at the contest last night but that wasn’t the point. This was the sponsor’s party and in a sense every man here owned a part of me. Without them donating hard cash for my housing, supplements, food, and living expenses there was no way I could have ascended to the top of the bodybuilding world so quickly. I greeted Ted the party host and organizer of the consortium that funded my career with a quick hug and then I waited for his announcement. “Gentlemen I give you Jim Wallace!” This time there was real applause before Ted continued. “Jim not only won first place in the contest and in his division, he won the coveted trophies for best legs, best arms, and best pecs. If there was a trophy for best endowment he would have also won that hands down! Jim our WINNER!” he yelled and they all applauded and cheered. I stood on the diving board hitting a few poses from my contest routine before I plunged into the pool with hardly a splash. The force of hitting the water ripped the Speedo down to my knees and with a quick kick off the bottom it slipped off my ankles. I swam a couple laps of the pool to tease them and then all eyes were on me as I hauled myself out of the water at the side of the pool. I paused when my arms were fully extended and my triceps were flexed. Keeping my nuts and huge cock hidden knowing all eyes were devouring my body I slowly lifted out of the water. I stood at the side of the pool and shook the water out of my hair before I walked toward the group. I was determined to get my cock between some of those rich little bubble butts that were wrapped up in ridiculously expensive clothing. I began to flex again as I walked into the cluster of sponsors. I closed my eyes and let all the wealthy tanned and toned men consume me with their eyes. They were wealthy, materialistic, urbane, sophisticated, and prosperous. I was the complete opposite. I grew up poor and hungry but when it came to looks I had it all. Women fell at my feet and later as I matured they couldn’t get enough of my cock. I guess I was in seventh or eighth grade the first time I got beat up by bullies. Luckily I protected my face. My mother was horrified and appalled by the attack. There was a free martial arts class offered by the park district that my mother signed me up for without telling me. I watched the introductions to the martial arts and thought it was just stupid movements until they demonstrated defense against attacks. From that moment I was all in. I took to it like a fish to water and soon my mother no longer worried about me being bullied or beat up. Because I was so skinny Sensei introduced me to weight training, healthy eating, and wholesome supplements. My mother being a single parent couldn’t afford what he recommended and that is where I acquired my first sponsor. Mr. Jenkins was a truck farmer that I worked for at the farmers market. He taught me how to grow food organically. Many times I took home food that ‘didn’t sell’ that day. Mom learned to preserve the bounty for wintertime by canning and freezing vegetables. Sensei hooked me up with a company that sold their about-to-expire supplements at a cut rate. Just about all my wages from Mr. Jenkins went to supplements. I earned my black belt in about two years and as puberty hit me I was bitten by the bodybuilder bug. The more muscular I got the easier it was to bed the girls. By the time I turned eighteen there was also a huge amount of interest being generated in me at the gym. Tony became my Sensei of bodybuilding, my sex mentor, and eventually my lover. I do believe that living with Tony until after graduating college brought out the real Alpha in me. I heard a gasp or two as my soft eight inch uncut dick slapped against my thighs as I posed. Within seconds I was surrounded by muscle worshipers. When I looked down there was a guy kneeling at my feet and I knew he wanted my cock. He nearly fainted when I slapped his cheek with my soft shaft. The blonde twink peeled back my hood and sat back on his heels in open-mouthed wonder. He seemed uncertain about what to do next. Suddenly the group surrounding me closed in and hands from every direction were worshipping my flexing physique. I began my routine again and that started working the group into a frenzy. The more mature men stood but their twinks were kneeling and the licked and kissed anything they could reach with their lips, hands, or tongues. Some sucked my cock into their mouth momentarily until I hit the next pose. One guy tried to suck my cock clean down his throat and he almost succeeded before I swiveled and flexed. The entire time the sponsors were groaning in the background. Kneeling twinks were fisting their cock and more than one shot his joy juice against my legs and feet. The clothes of the sponsors began to come off and boners sprang free. A man buried his face in my ass crack while the mouth of one of the biggest donors fastened itself to my fat mushroom cap while two other mouths licked at the sides of my shaft and freshly shaved nuts. Hands stroked my chest and pinched my nipples. Everyone seemed to want a piece of me but who would be first guy I fucked? I looked around trying to find the perfect ass to fuck. I didn’t want any of the twinks. All around me men getting off, losing it to muscle worship lust. I could feel their hot cum blasting against my body and it made me incredibly horny. Then I spotted the perfect guy. Daniel had come to the party late and was just stripping naked. He was in his mid twenties and sexy and smooth with a face that was model handsome. His physique was better than most and his virginal looking ass was full and firm. His hardening cock was just under five inches long and no bigger around than a quarter. His ass was exactly what I wanted. I broke free of the mauling pack and made a beeline for Daniel. I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his body and in no uncertain terms I told the young man in a whisper that he was about to get fucked. Daniel melted into my massive arms and turned his face to me. When we kissed it took his breath away. His softly asked why I had chosen him above all others. Daniel had come to the party late and he held back from the men that had been worshiping my body with hands, lips, and cum. He seemed to be a little shy about his small cock and tended to be a watcher rather than make the first move on his own. Feeling my big beefy cock poking into his ass crack seemed to make his cock grow longer and harder. He reached back and his hand closed around my hard shaft. He moaned with delight feeling my hard physique as well as my hot leaking cock. It was probably unlike anything he had ever experienced before. I broke the kiss and started nibbling Daniel’s earlobes and neck while the he played with my cock. Daniel knew that he was one lucky dude. All around him the other guys oohed and aahed as they watched me make out with the little guy. Daniel couldn’t see it but he was milking out a steady stream of sticky pre-cum. Some of the guys just watched, while others jerked on their hard dicks and a few reached out and groped their neighbor’s butts and cocks. Others were preparing to fuck their twinks. I quickly filled him in on what I was going to do before I lifted Daniel above my head and took the little guy’s small cock into my mouth. He brought his knees up and was practically kneeling on my pecs as I supported his ass. The onlookers went crazy at this show of power and there were a few grunts and groans as some more of the donors shot their cum. I worked on that slender cock like it was the best cock I had ever tasted in my life. The slight danger of slipping and falling on his ass added to the excitement that Daniel felt. Perhaps he was so excited because of being watched by all these jealous guys. Whatever it was made him feel incredibly turned on. Normally Daniel was always in the background, but today he was center stage and he loved it. I lifted Daniel a little higher so that his cock slid out of my mouth and I started nibbling on Daniel’s smooth balls. I think that he had been really close to cumming and he was glad for the chance to cool off slightly. He bent down and quietly asked me to fuck him. I gently lowered him to a chase lounge. The onlookers crowded around closer when I parted his smooth cheeks and buried my face in the little guy’s ass. He let out a yelp of pleasure as my tongue started to tease his tight love tunnel. When I wet my middle finger with lube and slid it up into his hot hole the guy writhed around on it like he was being tortured. The onlookers groaned but I knew he was letting me know exactly what he wanted. Someone handed me another bottle of lube with an enema tip on it and after filling him up I quickly finger fucked his butthole with a lubed up finger. Daniel was totally lost in pleasure now and he moaned and sighed as he writhed about on the towel. I knelt and applied some lube to my knob. Daniel gasped when he saw that my cock was totally swollen and lubed. I think he was having second thoughts about being able to accommodate such a huge prick. But I was gentle and took my time teasing his pucker with my leaking cockhead. He relaxed and his ring gently stretched to allow my cock to pop in. He bit down on his forearm as my huge cock slid all the way home. I fucked slowly and gently and then I pulled my ramrod all the way out of his ass so he could experience the feeling of emptiness. He groaned when he let me slide back in again. Hands of the sponsors flew over their cocks and tugged at balls and nipples while the guys around us watched the fuck. A load of warm jizz splattered on my back, and was soon followed by another. Pretty soon someone else creamed off a massive load all over the two of us. I gathered up some of the man goo and quickly licked it off my fingers. Daniel mimicked my cum eating and that seemed to trigger something in me that started me thrusting like crazy. “Fuck me forever,” Daniel moaned. I knew he didn’t mean that and I also knew that if I didn’t cum soon Daniel wouldn’t be able to even limp away from the party. Both of us were moaning and joining in the animal sounds all around us. I could hear the slurp sounds emanating from Daniel well fucked asshole rising over the din of the horny men around us. A flood of hot jizz rained down on us as guys above shot their loads. Less than two minutes later Daniel’s cock exploded blasting powerful jets of spunk between our bodies. My whole body was dripping with spent man seed running down onto the towel covered chase lounge. The potent smell filled my nostrils and triggered the start of my massive orgasm. I pulled all the way out and slapped his ass hard before thrusting back in again. I saw stars and collapsed onto the little guy. We lay panting and kissing for a minute or so while the last of the onlookers creamed off on us. Then it was time for everyone to get showers and get dressed again before dinner was served. I took Daniel to the room Ted assigned to me and we showered together. I hugged him and thanked him for the sponsorship he and his late father provided over the last few years. Just before the contest Daniel’s father passed away leaving a billion dollar trust fund for his son. “I’ve decided not to continue being your sponsor,” Daniel said nervously. “Okay,” I said as I continued to wash his body. “I would rather people didn’t think I wanted to fuck this tight ass because you have money. Its better this way,” I added. “Have you ever been fucked in a shower?” “You’re not angry that I’m withdrawing support?” he asked as he turned to face me. “A long time ago I was like you and a man decided to mentor me. He wanted nothing in return except 100% cooperation when we were in the gym. Would you do the same for me?” I smiled as he stepped closer and kissed me. “I don’t want a gym mentor,” he grinned. “I need a mentor in bed.” “I’d expect 100% cooperation,” I said as I pulled him closer. “Yes sir! And… I was only kidding about withdrawing my support.” “I want you. I would still want you even if you were penniless,” I said as I led him to bed.
  7. The Cop and my Winter Vacation I escaped the harsh winter weather and flew to the sunny south for Christmas. I parked myself at the pool and began adding sunscreen to my body. The pool was nearly deserted but there was one guy doing laps. I did a double take and then I watched out of the corner of my eye. The guy was a mass of muscle and that turned me on to no end but in my opinion he was flawed. His right shoulder from his delts to his traps was covered in big black tattoos. Call me a purist but when somebody has muscles like his, I think it is just wrong to cover it with permanent graffiti. To me it is no different than spray painting gang symbols on a monument or statue. I settled back as he did endless laps. My eyes closed as I worshipped the sun. He probably considered himself an alpha judging by his haircut and beard. My eyes flew open when I heard the crash. A woman was tangled in a chair and the umbrella table was on its side. Comically she rolled down a small hill but she appeared more embarrassed that hurt. The hotel staff was rushing to her as the muscleman lifted his body out of the pool. His swimsuit was two triangles held together with a cord-like strip around his hips. The back was stretched across a huge bubble butt and the front triangle sagged almost to the root of his cock from the weight of his junk. I was still in awe of his physique despite the tattoo. He turned his head toward me. “Waddayou looking at faggot,” he growled. “Jewelry? You swim with jewelry on?” I said looking at his wrist. “Yeah so?” he barked. “Nothing, it is just unusual.” “That’s what you find unusual?” he said as he pulled a towel from the pile the staff left for swimmers. “Beard and hair the same length?” I tossed out. He made a frustrated sound as he dried his face purposely flexing his arms. Fuck his arms were massive. “Ugly swimsuit?” I added. I got a dirty look. He stepped closer to my chair in an aggressive way. His muscles flexed like he was getting ready to pound me. Outwardly I remained calm and passive but inside I feared for my life. “Do you have a death wish?” he demanded. I calmly shook my head no. “Not today,” I shrugged. “You’re not afraid,” he said flatly. “Should I be?” I asked with a smile. “You aren’t even intimidated by my size,” he continued. “Tall, wide, muscular, ugly tattoo that fucks up a good body. There is no symmetry because your eye is drawn to the black pattern. Were you covering up a flaw? A birthmark? A scar?” “Just making my body unique,” he said in a hard voice. “Didn’t the muscles do that?” I asked. He growled and walked away. Well you fucked that up Rob. Way to go. He was coming on to you and you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Great opening line but all downhill after that. He was a bit of a prick. Big ego. You did your best to piss him off. Great job Rob. Yeah sure he looks like a polar bear with that white hotel robe on. Fuck you can see his V shape even under the robe, I thought. I was packing up to leave when the manager walked up. “Did you see what happened over there?” he pointed at the lady surrounded by staff and paramedics. “Yeah, the woman was watching the guy in the pool and not where she was going. She walked right into the table and chairs.” I testified. “May I record you answer,” he asked. He held up his cell phone. “It will be an interview.” He asked my name and if I was a guest. He repeated his question and asked a few more. When it was done I picked up my cell phone and noticed it was still recording. I set it upright against a towel to record the guy swimming to show my friends what they had missed. I had actually captured the fall. It also captured my encounter with the muscleman but you couldn’t hear the conversation because the mike was muffled by the towel. The management asked me to meet with a police investigator when they saw my recording. They asked for a copy. The last person I expected to see when I entered the office was the muscleman from the pool. “Hello, we kind of got off on the wrong foot out at the pool. I’m Rob,” I said offering my hand to shake. He took it and I felt his strength all the way up my arm to my heart. Fuck he was huge. “Detective Mike Scott,” he said gruffly. “I watched the recording. I was glad she rolled down the hill because I would have been accused of neglect if I had seen her lying there hurt. She had already called 911 for help. They could see that you had your eyes closed when she fell.” “So you aren’t a guest here?” “I come over to use the pool on my time off. This isn’t my investigation since I was present.” Another officer came in and interviewed us one at a time on camera. I was surprised that Mike Scott waited until I was interviewed until he told me they sometimes have more questions if the stories don’t jive. He stepped into the elevator with me and I wondered what was going on. He followed me to my room. “I thought you weren’t a guest,” I grinned. “Your body language invited me to follow you,” he said without a smile. I pushed open the door and he followed me into the dark room. I flipped on the light and he turned it off. He pulled the sweatshirt over his head and brought my hands to his chest and moved them over the slabs of muscle. “Which shoulder has the tattoo?” he growled. His hands released mine but my hands continued to roam. One of his hands went to my ass and the other went to my hard cock. “I thought so,” he said when I didn’t answer. He took my face in his hands and kissed my lips. “Fuck,” I whispered when our lips parted. “I bet you are a top,” I mumbled to myself. “To my toys I am ‘Master’, but you can call me Mike.” “Toys?” I asked. “Those who need to be abused by a master. I don’t think I could never master you because you are no toy. I might even let you fuck me,” he mumbled as he planted kisses all over my ears and neck. Clothes were removed and he carried me to the bed. He straddled me and rubbed his cock against mine. We kissed passionately. “I just need to know one thing. How did you have the balls to say my swimsuit was ugly?” I burst out laughing while pushing against his chest so I could see his eyes. “I’ll tell you later,” I said as I flicked his nipples with my thumbs. “Right now you need to focus on sex.” Mike Scott did not disappoint! That was when he proved he could be a gentle but forceful lover capable of delivering multiple loads in and on me. I didn’t think I would be able to walk for a week. Later that night his ass was mine and what a fine ass it was. Later, many years later, he continued to be an intense passionate lover; I even learned to live with the tattoo.
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